When Ye Lang realized that the group of natives wanted to force her to go to a place, she was relieved, at least until she reached the end, her life was still not in danger. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

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Slowly passing through several hills step by step, when she looked back, she could no longer see the direction she came from, and along the way, she saw the sharp blades that roamed and flew in the air, the brown blood river that flowed like lava, the dry bones of various demon beasts that rotted on the ground, and the remnants of the soldiers behind her, this kind of picture made her feel that since she entered the Valley of the Buried Sword, luck had left her, and the uneasiness in her heart became stronger and stronger.

"Zheng... Zheng... Zheng..."A pleasant bell sounded, as if it was blown by the wind, and it hit the rock one after another, so that it could make such a beautiful sound.

Ye Lang listened to the bell, wiped the sweat on his face, followed the path, walked all the way, turned a towering rock, and saw a rock layer that was about to rot like a hill standing in front of him, and the end of the road under his feet pointed here, the rock layer was about three zhang high and there was an ink-colored sword inserted, and a long sword spike hung at the hilt, and a bell was inlaid in the middle, moving with the wind and hitting the stone wall.

"Looks like that's what brought me here." Ye Lang was overjoyed in his heart, and he said that he had a spirit, but he didn't expect that he would automatically find the master.

Just looking at the spirit weapon that was close at hand, Ye Lang hesitated for a moment, things went smoothly beyond her imagination, and for the ink-colored sword, she always felt a little too illusory, not that everything in front of her was an illusion, but all this was too insecure, like a rehearsed trap, waiting for her to drill into it.

Ye Lang didn't go up directly to get the sword, but came around during the observation period, he couldn't see the sky outside, and he didn't know how much time had passed, and the way back was completely directionless, except for the broken armor and weathered rock layers, there were no too obvious signs around.

Glancing at the jade talisman hanging on her hand, and then thinking of the jade talisman in the ring, the existence of the two jade talismans made her heart settle down a lot, and the way out was in her hand, and there was no threat to her life.

The bell kept ringing, Ye Lang's mind was set, but his body didn't move, but so-and-so lurking in the shadows didn't want to wait, Ye Lang's appearance made it look down, only to see the broken swords that were originally firmly inserted on the ground trembled one after another, dialed out from the ground, and converged in the air, forming a sword net, attacking Ye Lang.

Ye Lang had long been guarding against the movements around her, as soon as the broken sword moved, she used her spiritual power to run her whole body, and the wind in her hand was highlighted, and at the same time that the sword net attacked her, she used the power of the fire spirit to erect a layer of defense in front of herself, and behind her was a rock layer with the ink sword, unable to retreat, and most of the place where the sword net attacked was still under her feet, as if she was going to force her to the ink sword.

The constantly attacking sword cut several openings on Ye Lang's hands and feet, and the Gang Qi and spatial cracks that were originally isolated by the path suddenly came, passing by Ye Lang's ears, and the bun tied up was broken up a lot, and even the messy hair in front of his forehead was also cut in two under the Gang Feng, completely breaking through her defensive cover, but not actually hurting her, is it a temptation?

There are too many broken swords in the Burial Sword Valley, and although the sword network composed of them is also being consumed, the broken swords that continue to converge, with Ye Lang's spiritual power, can't last long at all, in order to confirm her thoughts, she moved a step towards the position of the ink sword, and sure enough, the attack in front of her was a little weaker, and she looked at the ink on the top of her head, and the sword spike that swayed with the wind was not affected at all.

Ye Lang no longer hesitated, the spiritual power output in his hand increased, he pushed the sword net in front of him three steps away, his body shook, he raised his foot and landed on the foothold he had noticed before, and his right hand directly held the hilt of the ink sword, wanting to pull it out.

"Hahaha...... Little girl, it's still a trick. The childish voice carried excitement with malice.

Ye Lang only felt a pain in her hand, and in an instant, the feeling of her fingers being broken hit her, and she almost couldn't catch it, Gangfeng continued to cut her body hanging on the rock like a knife, if it weren't for the fact that her physical strength had reached the foundation building period, I am afraid that she would have been cut into a stick long ago, how could she still hang on it.

Her hands hurt more and more, the spiritual power in her body became less and less, and she didn't have time to continue to maintain her current posture, the uneven ground that was originally covered with stones had turned into a black hole, purple lightning, making a sneering sound, and countless winds came out of it, blowing out invisible cracks, and a cold breath of death.

The distance between the three zhang was too close, Ye Lang saw his right hand by mistake, the broken wind had been completely damaged, revealing the fingers that were flying with flesh and blood, and even the storage ring on his hand was full of cracks, and his divine sense could not communicate with the ring, and the things that had been placed in it could not be taken out, without the supply of spirit stones, the spiritual power could not keep up with the speed of consumption, and the wrist was already completely unconscious, and the body was getting heavier and heavier.

Sweat blinded his eyes, he couldn't see everything around him clearly, and he tried to hold the hilt of the sword with both hands, but he failed again and again.

"Careless." This was Ye Lang's last thought before she fell unconscious, and she fell into the swamp of the abyss like a rootless duckweed, and several lightning bolts struck her body, exploding a cloud of gray smoke.

"Little black head, I think you're tired of living, this place is not something you can do recklessly."

An old voice, with dissatisfaction, appeared faintly above the ink sword, and Ye Lang, who had been swept into the black hole and was stunned by lightning, was picked out by a spear and fell to the ground, Ye Lang's head hit the ground in the chaos, and Ye Lang, who lost consciousness, didn't even snort, letting the blood on his forehead flow for a long time.

And the spear that provoked her, as if it had human emotions, saw this situation, and pushed her away from the area where she hit it with some embarrassment.

By the time the words fell, it was all over.

Mo Jian has been trembling since he heard that voice, even the sword spike is not swinging, he is afraid to roll up to the hilt of the sword, ready to run away at any time, he has only given birth to the soul for more than ten years, except for him in the Burial Sword Valley, the rest of the armor is only for spiritual sense, there is no complete consciousness at all, not even a person to play, he is too boring, he wants to play tricks on this outsider, who knows that he will be caught.

"You know you're scared?" The old man's voice was teasing.

It has been here for a long time, so long that he has forgotten his origin, and only knows that the purpose of his existence is to find an inheritor, but it is a pity that every time the disciples who come here do not meet his requirements, and even later, people who have not met his requirements at all enter here, and gradually he has lost this mind, so he has been hiding in the deepest part of the Burial Sword Valley and not asking about the world.

"Knower, I was wrong." Mo Jian said resignedly, with a cry in his voice.

This picture is really a bit strange, a sword and a gun, talking like a person, if people outside see it, they may be surprised, there are actually spiritual treasures in Zixiao's Burial Sword Valley, and there are two of them!

If the spirit in the instrument can think independently, then he will transcend the concept of the device itself, become an innate spiritual treasure, not limited by heaven and earth, and the supernatural power is naturally the king of the instrument, every time he is born, it will set off a bloody storm, and the greed of human beings is endless.

The old man in the spear didn't say a word, the head of the spear turned to Ye Lang's direction, looked at it carefully, and then said:

"According to the rules, if you choose her, you must follow her."

Mo Jian's self-generated soul has not been long, his mind is not mature enough, hearing the old man's words, the child's temperament was exposed, pulled out of the rock layer, fell to the ground weakly, far away from Ye Lang, and cried loudly:

"I don't want to, I don't like her, I don't know the rules, I just want to tease her, I didn't choose her."

The old man shook his head, there has been no instrument spirit with independent consciousness in the Burial Sword Valley for thousands of years, the sword where the little black head is located originally had a sword spirit, after the great war that year, the damage was serious, and it was buried here with its owner, and it was destroyed in this land with time, and then it moved here together, except for the empty sword body, there was no movement, I thought it would always be buried underneath, and it decayed over time, but I don't know why it will generate its own soul and form a new sword spirit.

And the rules of the Burial Sword Valley are naturally set by the ancestor of the Zixiao Kai faction, and he made an oath, which is constrained, not empty words, if he resists, maybe the divine punishment in the Burial Sword Valley will destroy the spirit of the instrument, and the purple lightning is the best evidence,

Disobedient weapons should not exist in this world, this is what the man said, and he remembered it clearly.

And as the oldest machine spirit in the Burial Sword Valley, no, it shouldn't be called a machine spirit, he just stays in this spear, he has a more important mission, if he hadn't lost the bet, he wouldn't have fallen here, but, in the endless years, he knew that the person was for his good, otherwise, he would have fallen into the demon path now.

"Knower, my master is not her, and it should not be her."

Mo Jian is not satisfied with this little girl, maybe it is incompatible, it belongs to the ice system, the sword body is made of the rarest ink jade in the 10,000-year-old ice pith under the aurora, naturally I don't like the guy who is on fire all over his body, warm like a volcano, otherwise he won't tease, if he knows that this is the result, it won't provoke her.